eyed Dom with a raging hard on.
“Strip and wash yourself thoroughly. Meet me in the bedroom when you’re done.”
My cunt throbbing with excitement, I did as ordered, washing the traces of our first bout of lovemaking—or should I say fucking—from my body. Naked and my skin shivering in delight, I strode into the bedroom and stopped, my knees weak and trembling. While I’d bathed, Andrew had been busy. The manacles were attached to the four posters of our bed and I swallowed in anticipation. I’d never worn restraints before. I feared giving up my control, but my pussy throbbed in excitement as I prepared to embark on my first foray into the pleasures of bondage.
“Lie on your back on the bed,” he ordered from behind me.
I jumped a little but did as I was told, clambering onto our bed, lying down arms and legs spread. Anticipation budded my nipples and moistened my already soaking cleft. My husband, naked and erect, went around the four corners of the bed, restraining me. At the feel of the first cold leather manacle cinching around my wrist, I bit my lip and my cleft tightened. By the time he’d done the circuit my breathing was ragged. I pulled at my tethers, the fear of vulnerability feeding my desire.
Andrew knelt between my legs, the wooden handle of a latex flog held between his teeth. Excitement shone in his eyes. My husband, a closet sadist and Dom, I never would have thought it.
I licked my lips. “What are you going to do?”
He shook his head at me. “I didn’t give you permission to speak. Naughty girl.”
He left the bed for a moment, the mattress springing up. In seconds, he was back, straddling my upper body with his naked flesh, his hard heavy cock lying between my breasts.
“Close your eyes and open wide,” he ordered.
Obediently I clamped my eyes shut and parted my lips. The fabric stuffed into my mouth had me opening my eyes quick. The scent of pussy drifted into my nose and I realized he’d stuffed me with my own panties. I struggled against my bonds, shocked at his action. However, with him sitting on me and tied as I was, all I managed to do was tire myself and chafe my wrists and ankles.
Panic fluttered in my breast even as excitement lubed my cunt. Helpless and at his mercy, what was I in for? Earlier, I hadn’t taken his Dom attitude seriously. It had still been a game for me. But with his callous treatment, a true master punishing a sub routine, I realized, he meant to make me live the fantasy.
The realization made my pussy clench so tight I almost orgasmed. As I went through my mini epiphany, he watched me, his hard cock heavy on my chest and his gaze even heavier. Andrew slid back so that his rod lay hot and turgid on my belly.
“The only problem with the gag,” he said in a flat monotone, the flog he’d bitten down on earlier now hanging from one of his hands, “is you can’t use your safe word. But…” He dragged the latex strands across my breasts and my nipples hardened to little pebbles. “As your husband and master, you will trust me to give you only pleasure. After a touch of…” the flog suddenly spun and slapped across my tit. I cried out against the gag at the sharp, stinging pain. “…punishment for your insolent manner.”
Thus did my husband, whom I’d never seen exhibit any violence in his life apart from the occasional spider kill, whip me. And while he enjoyed it, I think I enjoyed it even more.
He wielded the flog like an extension of himself, twisting and striking the tender flesh of my breasts expertly. My globes throbbed and I could just imagine how red the skin would be. With each calculated shot, I flinched and made noise while my pussy got wetter and wetter.
Aching and on fire, he finally left off punishing my breasts and moved to kneel between my legs, his cock jutting proudly from his body. His free hand grabbed at the latex strands and he looped the flog under his cock, stroking the rubbery strands over his engorged